I feel really baaaaaad. My mouth hurts, and Mom has been giving me some medicine here and there to ease the pain of my teeth coming through my gums.
This last weekend was tough for every occupant in our household. Normally I take a nap every 3 – 4 hours, but I squirmed through Saturday and Sunday without much sleep at all. I don’t want to be held half of the time, or bounced around, or left on my own, so my parents have few options left.
After making my Mini Me noise (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) for the umpteenth time today Mom decided to treat herself a horrendously strong cocktail. During the day. After lunchtime. Did I mention this happened during the day???
After Mom drank half her drink she carried me from my cot to the sittingroom, and began singing and dancing with me. She decided to sing the Mama Cass version of Dream a Little Dream, with a ham sandwich in tow.
You gotta love Mom’s attention to detail.
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Unfortunately, you and I didn’t get an opportunity to know each other. We’re both similiar, we each have an American Mom and English Daddy. We’re both girl babies. Well, I guess that’s where the similarities end.
Me and Mom have been pretty busy this week and away from the computer much of the time. While driving around running errands we had several heavy conversations about you and your mother, and we are both profoundly sad you two are no longer with us. The two of you look so sweet together.
When my Daddy gets up in the morning, he greets me first thing. I give him the biggest smile possible, not only because I love him but my single morning smile makes his entire day go more smoothly. I’m sure you smiled your little heart out when your own Daddy cuddled you.
My family is going to keep tabs on your dilemma and report back to you from time to time. I wish I could offer you one of my toys to chew on, or our Moms could take us to the park to play.
Most importantly, I really hope you and your Mom’s killer is caught and (s)he is made to pay severely for hurting both of you.
Love
Charlotte
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The Queen is a great lady. Sure, sometimes she looks a little stiff, but that’s just because she always has a lot on her mind.
I spent all morning with Mrs Lizzy today. She invited me to Windsor Castle to play with her corgis and she gave me The Royal Tour. Mrs Lizzy’s corgis are so much more fun to play with than Daddy’s stupid robot dog.
Prince Philip asked me if all little babies born last year had such strange shaped heads like me. Initially I was appalled by his question, however Mrs Lizzy later explained Mr Wacko has had a drinking problem since 1968 and to not pay attention to his rudeness.
Later on we ventured outside and shook hands with a bunch of commoners. The Queen’s body guards forced me to wear a disguise so they could focus their attention on protecting the Queen instead of babysitting England’s Blogging Baby.
Too bad Mom wasn’t allowed to join us. No Americans are allowed to visit Windor Castle after Dom Delouis threated to kick Prince Philip’s arse after referring to him as “Fatty” 265 times in a 48 hour period.
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in London and no, they don’t want to ship me off to Guantanamo Bay. Well, not yet anyway.
On the 8th of March, we’re going to the embassy to register my birth and apply for my first passport. I’m so excited!
The 30th of May I’m leaving on a jet plane to fly across the Atlantic where my hungry American relatives will attempt to smooch me to death. My only hope of survival lies in my Mommy, but she may be waaaaaay too distracted by Granny’s blindingly fast Internet connection and Krispy Kreme donuts. Mom’s such a traitor.
We’ll document the trip to London as best we can.
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